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Summer's Lease

On his first night renting a cottage on the Cornish coast, widower John Tennant comes face to face with, of all things, a grizzly bear. Fearing for his life, John tries to convince the animal he isn't worth eating, and is relieved when the bear ambles away.<br><br>Maintenance man Mitch Benjamin is two hundred years old but doesn’t look a day over forty. As a werebear, he needs to stay under the radar. The new renter is making that difficult. Not only is John attractive, but his vulnerability triggers all of Mitch’s protective instincts. If that wasn’t trouble enough, Mitch is struggling with his inner bear’s desire to befriend John. He knows what his bear is up to, but Mitch doesn’t want another mate. His last one was murdered ninety years ago, and he’s still grieving.<br><br>John is confused by Mitch’s mixed signals. Physically, Mitch -- with his bulging muscles and hulking frame -- is a gay man’s wet dream come true. But emotionally, he keeps closing down. John discovers more comfort with the magnificent grizzly bear he occasionally meets on his evening walks along the beach.<br><br>In an effort to help, Morwenna, the owner of the cottages, uses her psychic gifts to give John a message from his dead lover, George. Far from helping, it adds another layer of strangeness to what’s already turning out to be the strangest summer John can remember.<br><br>Can a well-meaning medium and a determined grizzly bring John and Mitch together? Will Mitch come clean about his werebear nature? If he does, can John accept that a man and bear exist in the same body?

Drew Hunt · LGBT+
Classificações insuficientes
90 Chs

Chapter 66

Mitch was proud of himself for giving the man behind the bar a thank you, two in fact, when he produced the menus and later Mitch’s change. The words had earned him a smile and a pat on the back from John, so it was all good.

They moved over to a booth, Mitch waiting for John to get in first. Then he took off his jacket and sat next to John, who was reading the menu. Mitch couldn’t help compare this evening with the first time they’d eaten out together. Although the menu was mostly beyond his comprehension, Mitch was able to pick out the odd short word. It gave him an enormous amount of pleasure that at last he was starting to join the modern world. And it was all thanks to the man next to him.

“Soap?” Mitch asked, confused.

“Where?” John asked, looking from his menu to Mitch’s.

Mitch pointed.

“Soup,” John said, smiling.

Mitch felt stupid. Yes, of course.

“Hey.” John sat up and kissed Mitch’s cheek. “Easy mistake to make. Everyone makes ones like that.”